The Red Rocket. The Hound of Glory. The Dog Dick of Shame. The dreaded 24” short claw. Never, ever use these. I know, I know, these things wash up in Monster Camps and tend to stick there like the idea that tacos and beans will make a great Saturday meal; throw them away.

So what are the most serious injuries you have ever seen in your 15 years of LARPing? Generally, people wrenching their knees, ankles or backs before the start of game. Another chap made a leaping, diving attack and landed wrong on his arm, breaking it (or was it a wrist?). Oh, someone wearing shorts tore through a mass of brambles and cut up his legs pretty good.

The Saturday Night Shitshow- Sometime after about 10pm on Saturday night of a standard event, combat politeness begins to deteriorate. People are hyped up and yet tired. Environmental concerns like cold, wet, and even heat begin to pile up and exhaustion begins to set in. As the event naturally builds to a climax, the stakes are raised.